I LOVE THIS POEM!

HUMAN FAMILY

Poem by Dr. Maya Angelou

I note the obvious differences
in the human family.
Some of us are serious,
some thrive on comedy.


Some declare their lives are lived
as true profundity,
and others claim they really live
the real reality.


The variety of our skin tones
can confuse, bemuse, delight,
brown and pink and beige and purple,
tan and blue and white.


I've sailed upon the seven seas
and stopped in every land.
I've seen the wonders of the world,
not yet one common man.


I know ten thousand women
called Jane and Mary Jane,
but I've not seen any two
who really were the same.


Mirror twins are different
although their features jibe,
and lovers think quite different thoughts
while lying side by side.


We love and lose in China,
we weep on England's moors,
and laugh and moan in Guinea,
and thrive on Spanish shores.


We seek success in Finland,
are born and die in Maine.
In minor ways we differ,
in major we're the same.


I note the obvious differences
between each sort and type,
but we are more alike, my friends
than we are unalike.


We are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike.


We are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike.

Ponder-ment

I love being by myself
I love having a messy room and the tiny but momentous feeling of accomplishment once i clean it up
I love being flawed in ways that can be improved upon
I'm excited by the fact that we are all dying slowly each day since the moment we were born
To move onto unsought of worlds
I love having the emotional spectrum of a male peacock's tail and surprising myself
I love the dynamics of people politics
I love going to an afternoon class which is suddenly cancelled
I love happy tree friends and laughing at the gory parts of SAW( all of them)
I love people I'm blessed to love

If you have a problem with that, go F*** yourself.

Another timely rant

I'm a very expressive person. I have a lot of love to give. Its the same with hate. Im a fiery ball of emotional energy. But just because i magnify every emotion a thousand fold and feel for the equivalent of a thousand people, with a thousand tears and a thousand joyous rainbows in my heart...i cannot expect others to be like me. Maybe others are like planets orbiting quietly in stark contrast to the burning sun...they dont emote that much and they dont feel as much. It is a problem for me because everything i feel i feel it deeply. When i love someone i love that person so deeply, ill place that person on a lofty pedestal and love him/her with a love so fierce that you couldnt find it even if you combed the ends of this universe and over again.

This is the love i feel for my family, especially my parents who are EVERYTHING to me and who SACRIFICED so much to make me the person i am today. God knows how fucked up i would have been if i didn't have such uniquely loving and caring parents. Which is why I am yet to dedicate a portion of this fierce love to a guy...I really cannot find anyone worth bestowing such love on and say whatever u want, id rather die single than waste my love on an insipid fool who does not have an inkling of appreciation for the love im capable of giving. Im like a loyal little puppy and i would gladly die a thousand deaths for that person...I expect so much from people. I see the world through rose tinted glasses, a romanticized world view of things that should be.

Sadly reality is a bitch and when im expecting a thick, creamy cup of freshly brewed Brazillian coffee, i get slapped in the face with a slosh of cold, diluted, cheap, roadside coffee made with fatty infused condensed milk and low quality dishware.

Dear God

Cold hands grip my throat, twist it into stiff sinews
I know not what may come
But i know i definitely am not expecting the worst
This cannot be happening

Dear God please spare my father
He's everything to me
Do not make him a casualty of the dastardly swine flu
He doesn't have a shred of evil in him
He's so good he'll put the angels to shame

Dear God please please if there has to be casualty, call me selfish, call me evil
But it certainly cannot be him
He will not be reduced to a mere statistical blot in an insignificant report
This can't be happening.
It cannot be what i think it is

Dear God spare my dad
I have to have hope that he'll get well
That the worst won't happen
Take me if you want but not him
Id die a million times over for him

God of Chaos

This month has been a chaotic month for me,peaking with alarm bells ringing when dad was a suspected h1n1(swine flu) case. Drove me crazy with worry. And the man rarely makes a fuss when he's sick and this time he quarantined himself completely in his room letting no one in. So that got me worried. But thank God he's safe now. AT least the basic test for h1n1 proved negative even though the actual Throat Swab test isn't ready yet till next week. All in all I'm hopeful. But having lovely friends to buffer your fall and depression everytime a rogue wave hits is definitely helpful. To the others " Those who matter dont mind and those who mind dont matter". Love that saying.
Anyways ciao~

Zee Avi

Louis Armstrong must have written this when he was high on the weed of optimism( or is it just weed? lol) but this is one of my all time favs and no one could give a fresher take on it than Zee Avi( the girl is an immense talent and she's Malaysian!)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_C4Zm6n0szA&feature=channel

Past reflections

Wow this long sem break has been a whirlwind for me. Although i can't for the sake of drama say things like ive loved and lost, I could safely say that amongst many others, ive added to my list of human experiences: I've climbed and lived to climb some more hehe. Now that is some drama( i know sad but who cares to me it is drama worthy). I've had my share of ups and downs and holidays where i rotted away like a perpetual slug under a rock but this has been one of the better days...I hope Uni fares better for me. The things I did that ive always wanted to do these hols were:

1) Made cupcakes and baked chocolate cakes with mouthwatering icing(buttercream) for the kids. The joy on their faces and especially Baby Zara's choc smeared face lit with rainbow twinkles of effortless, pure happiness sent a bundle of serotonin shots running through my veins.

2) Rock climbing baby!! And I swear to God one day im gonna go deep water solo-ing. It's a cross between my two most favourite sports in the world: swimming and rock climbing( not to mention the constant companion in most of my endeavours, the adrenaline rush!).

3) Actually learned Arabic and Tilawah(like wow...)Great achievement for me considering that i have only the most basic, rudimentary skills in Quran reading.

4) I volunteered for a uni activity that was not grade related for once( breaking away from my inner nerd i call it :)): Mock trial scriptwriting. All the meetings followed up with raucous laughter and unexpected brainstorming sessions that proved fruitful really made me feel like i had a purpose.

5) Helped my aunt set up and man her jewellery stall at the klcc Annual International Jewellery Fest with great aplomb and finesse( ok i deserve that much amount of self flattery) along with my cousin. Ended up with a body of sore muscles but yeah the sense of accomplishment was there definitely and knowing me, i must have something to do otherwise I'd die of utter boredom and directionlessness.

6) And oh i've compiled an smashtastic playlist of lovely songs I've scavenged over the hols. I'm totally digging the Ghost Town soundtrack, especially John Mayer's Heart of life. It's so mesmerizing i keep playing and playing it and never get bored. I've done and Indie and Soul revival collection too. You don't need weed to get high or a caffeine fix. All you need is music and some imagination and wa-lah! U have your very own concoction of happiness in a bottle. Ok i sound really high now. I should stop before i ramble on about the meaning of happiness and i can feel a looong one coming.

7) And wait how could i forget? Ive actually managed to fulfill my social debts to my friends especially my bestest friends. They can't complain that it's like making a freaking appointment to get through to me anymore. Had fun fun fun and countless camwhore sessions and genuine only-we-know-what-the-hell-we're-talking-about-moments and laughing at the expense of people thinking we're total nuts. Ahhh...I'm glad i finally managed to meet up with dear Farah too. It's been so long since we last hung out and i love that girl. It's funny how sometimes Facebook proves itself useful and finds you a lifelong friend. But it was only for a really short while so that kind of leaves things hanging...anyhow at least i met her and that's good enough for me considering that she lives in Singapore and it's not everyday she comes down to KL.

P.s-Rest in Peace Mj.You were a flaming beacon of hope and musical creativity to a world gone to the dogs.
-Cheerio :D